We first saw Tank and the Bangas at Chickie Wah Wah. That night began with limited interest, frankly–I had no idea who they were, was a bit tired, and I’m not saying I was down on New Orleans music (a native would never dare), but I was preemptively dreading “same old” or disappointment. What an eye-opening non-disappointment. Metal band energy, lyrical poetry, visual delight, rejuvenation. Tarriona “Tank” Ball and her gang have only been at it since 2011, but already secured a spot on one of the big stages at Jazz Fest (they opened day 2 on Gentilly). Beautiful, moving, energetic, unclassifiable, slightly insane, and best of all, something new.